Imagine an art gallery that poses as the subject of their art based existence, curating their own narratives and presenting work as and when it arrives. Imagine a cooperation working toward one goal, and the ideas that pass through are all interlinked. No such corporation could ever exist, yet the modern means of having a camera, a site, Internet presence and followers curates a show. It may be a show that 25 people visit a day, through their computer screens, yet the ever expanding blogging network allows for talented individuals to stand out, curate shows without curation rules, without any say, without financial boundaries and without the pressure for anyone to turn up on a certain day.
Although touching on notions of self-curation, these roles the photographer takes on are not natural to every individual. The artist is a variation of emotional ranges, specialising in specific talents, yet formed as one photographic organism can take on the small roles that make it possible to see, discuss, enjoy and purchase the work. The photographer can be everything a corporation can be.
In terms of the subject, the self is ever present in the series of photographs. Proposing intensely private moments, letting them free to roam the walls of Internet fan fare. And, considering their public output they do not hide away, grab a towel to cover up, nor do they break their gaze. For their gaze was considered before their departure.
I first encountered astonishing beauty, in both subject matter and the manner of dealing with the intimate encounters her and her camera witness. Using a process of traditional means, yet altered, encouraging fault and purposeful scarring. Yet the scars are floating on what seems like a stream of positive actions, devoid of the original connotations of what a ‘scar’ entails. These markings create another world, through the fault of technology and do not mirror attempted light leaks, more than that; they create an image that will never fall that way again. Never can the same image be made, for every element of the images has moved on from its taking. They present the thoughts and feelings of the time, a physical ache or hobble, the strain of the eyes, the sensation of happiness and sadness. I am reminded to line a friend of mine told me, ‘we are a bag of chemicals’ – and such a thought explains every action the human body does. For one day we may feel beyond content, and at times yearning for more. Each day is never the same, the body is never the same, the mind will always differ and every representation of that will always change.
It is then asked of us, to contemplate the reasoning of the human body, how it prevails and falters but more importantly the memory made by acknowledging these moments. For this is her curation, running the corporation, generating, presenting, carrying out the public exhibition independently.
Their beauty lies in the action of their creation and the desire to feel, show, discover and contemplate, as a way of dealing with the chemicals that float about our bodies everyday our emotions feel the need to change.